Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
What actually happened on the Day of Pentecost? And how does it relate to modern phenomena that go by the same name? Not exactly what you might expect.
(Compared with Later Imitations)
Stronger than a hawk, the Dove
Swept by, and in the eddies of
His passing, tongues of flame were fanned
And men fell to the ground unmanned.
They stuttered as their wits were lost
And thought it a new Pentecost:
The merely inarticulate sigh
Of His furious passing by.
But when He stopped to build His nest
First in the Apostolic breast,
A different language was expressed
In fit words, honed and well disposed;
Those were not drunk as men supposed,
But spoke real tongues they had not learned:
Thus the true tongues of fire burned.
Men heard about their sins and grieved;
They heard the Gospel and believed,
For each one heard of Jesus’ blood
In his own tongue—and understood.
Does that Dove’s nesting in the heart
Drive it and the mind apart?
Never! Rather, say He brings
The two together ‘neath His wings.
The mind alert was not the cost
Of the primal Pentecost,
Where true wit was not lost, but gained
When the showers of blessing rained.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD